Unveiled: The Survivor's Triumph

Chapter 97

Chapter 97 People Cannot See Their Own Emotions Clearly

I was freakin' out and grabbed Ethan's arm.

"You good? Don't scare me like that."

Ethan slumped over the steering wheel, but he reached out and grabbed my hand. "I'm fine. Chill."

He looked like he was about to pass out, but he said he was fine? Just as I was about to lose it, someone knocked on the window. A traffic cop was there, telling us we couldn't park and had to move. I begged him for help. A few traffic cops helped Ethan out, but he couldn't even stand up straight and started puking blood. I was so freaked out that I don't even remember how we got into the cop's car and rushed to Grace Hospital.

Turns out, it was acute gastric bleeding. The doc said it was a good thing we got him there in time; any later, and he could've bled out. When they brought Ethan back to the ward, he was awake but pale as a ghost, hooked up to an IV.

I'd never seen him so weak. I just stood there, frozen by the bed, scared out of my mind.

He looked at me and reached out. "Come here."

I walked over, and he pulled me to sit by the bed, placing my hand on his chest. "I'm really okay."

My eyes were stinging, probably red too. "The doc said your stomach didn't get messed up overnight. You must've been ignoring it for ages."

Ethan looked at me and gave a weak smile. "I'm a guy. If I made a fuss over every little pain, wouldn't that make me seem weak?"

"Illness doesn't care if you're a guy. Can you stop being so dumb?" I was still in shock, and his casual tone was driving me nuts. He gave me a weak, goofy smile.

"You're still smiling?" I glared at him.

Ethan pulled me to lean on his chest, his deep voice rumbling.

"Emily, I can tell you're worried about me. That makes my day!"

I was really scared. Even now, thinking about it makes my heart race.

What if he had been too weak to hit the brakes? What if he had been alone and no one noticed?

Too many what-ifs, and I didn't want to think about them.

Ethan held my shoulders and made me look up, his Adam's apple bobbing.

"Come here, let me make you feel better." He cupped the back of my head and pulled me in, our lips meeting. Maybe 'cause he was weak, his kiss was super gentle. I kissed back even softer, pouring all my worry into it.

We only pulled apart when we heard a light cough.

Standing at the door was Jason, wearing a lab coat.

Ethan didn't seem to care, but I felt my face heat up as I got up to pour some water.

Jason strolled in, hands in his pockets, giving Ethan a look. "Thought you were invincible, huh? Now look at you."

Ethan tried to sit up, so I adjusted the bed and handed him a cup of warm water.

Ethan chuckled and cursed, "Can't you cut me some slack? I'm still a patient here."

their chat, I pieced together why Ethan's stomach was so messed

was younger, Martin could still keep him in check, but

Ethan got mad, he'd skip meals for days, using almost self-destructive ways to cope. He started drinking to numb the pain in his

stop airing my dirty laundry in front of my wife?"

my heart ached a

when he needed it most, Ethan must've drowned all his sadness and grievances

down my sadness and forced a smile. "So you were that childish

me and grinned.

a bit, Lacey and Ethan's assistant showed up, giving updates on

sat up, flipping through documents

all business, like he had this impenetrable mask on, not letting anyone see his soft

said to Jason, "I didn't

against the window, stood up straight, took off his lab coat, and draped it over his arm, smiling smoothly.

by the window and soon saw them walking side by side downstairs, chatting and laughing as they

you looking at?" Ethan's voice

looking handsome in his hospital gown. "Why'd you

just a stomach thing, I'm not

"Don't you think they make a good

looked at the two figures disappearing downstairs. "What? You

looked at

my hair, his voice low and

feelings are all about chemistry. If there's a spark, they don't need a matchmaker. If not,

got that. With my woman's intuition, I felt like Lacey had a

said, "Sometimes, people can't see their own feelings clearly and need a

smirked. "Good luck with

oatmeal. After Ethan ate, he

I decided to step out for some fresh air. Passing by the water

filled a hot water bottle and walked down the hallway without

but follow him

open, and I could

in bed sit up, opened a lunch box,

the elderly woman

I realize I had been standing

the ward

was true, and now she was at Grace Hospital, which meant

put down the lunch box and sat to the

her eyes on me,

"Emily, come sit."

in, maybe because they

stool by the bed

sighed. "Just taking it one day at

and me,

and I, once so close, had become

most tragic figures in this

their old age, bedridden, they could only rely on each other.

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